[This is so funny HELP. He pauses when Akira jus deadass runs into a mirror, giving the nearest reflection This Look because he doesn't know where else to direct it. Akira where art thou...]
--What? If you're really that lost, just break some of these. It's not like mirrors are made of steel, you know.
[HELP WHY HAVEN'T I DONE THAT YET SCARAMOUCHE WHY DON'T YOU DRINK THINGS i fucking hate this man]
I'm perfectly capable of it.
[He says, not bothering to take the lead... Look he doesn't want to do extra work, he just doesn't want Akira thinking he's some weenie who needs protection.]
[Please stop accepting these extremely weird and problematic people into your life, Akira.
He'll also be able to see the fifty reflections of Scaramouche all looking dour at the question. Tragically, with all of these mirrors, there's really nowhere for him to look that isn't at either himself or Akira, which just agitates him even more.]
[He always carries the gnosis with him, and his hands ball into fists at his sides so he doesn't reflexively reach for it.]
...I doubt that they could fix it even if they wanted to.
[RUDELY he thinks they're mostly powerless lil nerds who can't do shit about fixing a god heart. He's also mentally assigning Cosmo the flower-giver because they seem like the kind of idiot who would.]
[The way he really is just letting Akira do all of the work here WHY IS HE SUCH AN ASSHOLE. WHY DOES AKIRA PUT UP WITH HIM.
He just scoffs at the first statement, though. EAT IT. No that's what Scaramouche will do if anyone ever tries to kill him. He also meets the glance head on, though his expression is hard to read. Rather than hesitate with his answer this time or simply brush Akira off, he simply states:]
[HELP. Well, all the better in his opinion because he's tired of having to fight monotheists.]
A strange thing to consider. [ONLY ONE GOD. Imagine being in a world where people believe that, wow. Wild.
The question seems to take him a bit by surprise, though, in that he doesn't say anything for a moment or two despite his impassive expression. Then, rather than answer:]
[Yea, yea! Imagine one jealous God. Imagine it only being Him.]
No. [It’s such an earnest answer. Simply, but without disgust or judgement.] I wouldn’t ever want to be any god.
You’d never have a normal life. No one would ever be close to you because they’d be too busy revering you or cursing you because of whatever decisions you made when they wouldn’t understand. You’d watch everyone die since you lived longer. It’d be lonely and boring.
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Scaramouche can feel a phantom headache coming on, or like, he would if he could feel them. But he's still pinching the bridge of his nose anyway.]
...Hello. [WHERE IS HE. He walks along one row of mirrors, fingers against the glass, on the hunt.] Having fun?
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The hundred of Akiras shift as he does, moving along like a reverberated ripple.]
It's okay, I guess. They kind of give me a headache. [(scara voice) relatable] It takes a while to get out of.
[He runs into one of the dead end of mirrors. OW.]
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--What? If you're really that lost, just break some of these. It's not like mirrors are made of steel, you know.
[This attitude is why his life is 100% bad luck.]
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[GOD... Scara.
His many hands sweep back and forth as he goes along through the mirrors. He's a lil impatient, so he goes faster.
And ends up running smack into Scaramouche.]
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Akira is taller than he is and Scaramouche is but a little twink now, so that knocks him over. He looks so offended about it.]
—Watch where you're walking!! Couldn't you see?
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Sure. I could see about fifty of you in all the mirrors.
[Hehe.
Even if Scaramouche won't accept, he extends his hand out to offer a helping hand up.]
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Naturally he doesn't accept the offered hand, instead huffily pushing himself back up and dusting off his clothing.]
Well, now that you're here, don't go running off again. I don't want you ramming into me a second time.
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He reaches out to brush his fingers on the mirrors, turning around.]
Stay behind me, and I’ll find the way out.
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Except he's frowning as he regards Akira's back.]
What's with you and saying things like this? Do you have some kind of savior complex?
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?
[He glances over his shoulder briefly, confused, then continues filing ahead with his arm out.]
Did you want to go first then?
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I'm perfectly capable of it.
[He says, not bothering to take the lead... Look he doesn't want to do extra work, he just doesn't want Akira thinking he's some weenie who needs protection.]
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I figured which is why I asked if you wanted to go first.
[Silly lil man. He looks at Scaramouche's reflection in the mirrors as he weaves them through.]
Did you ever get your thing fixed...?
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He'll also be able to see the fifty reflections of Scaramouche all looking dour at the question. Tragically, with all of these mirrors, there's really nowhere for him to look that isn't at either himself or Akira, which just agitates him even more.]
Why are you asking?
[Said with SUSPICION.]
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He tries not to make any point in looking too hard at Scaramouche's reflects. Out of respect.]
Just curious. Thought maybe you could ask one of the demons. I don't know if they would fix anything. One of them did give me flowers...?
Maybe that's something you'd have to ask Satan if you beat him.
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...I doubt that they could fix it even if they wanted to.
[RUDELY he thinks they're mostly powerless lil nerds who can't do shit about fixing a god heart. He's also mentally assigning Cosmo the flower-giver because they seem like the kind of idiot who would.]
Maybe not even that so-called great lord could.
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I guess I wouldn't give it to him either. He might eat it.
[He glances over his shoulder briefly.]
Is it an heirloom...?
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He just scoffs at the first statement, though. EAT IT. No that's what Scaramouche will do if anyone ever tries to kill him. He also meets the glance head on, though his expression is hard to read. Rather than hesitate with his answer this time or simply brush Akira off, he simply states:]
It signifies my right to godhood.
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Akira doesn’t say anything for a moment. How does he keep getting caught up in dealings with people for an affinity of the divine… Fck.]
…You’re God?
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Anyway he just gives Akira an imperious look. GOOD WORK DEVILMAN.]
A god, yes. [Was, but no one needs to know that!!] There are many in my world.
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Oh. Mine too. I mean, there's a lot in the country I come from, but Miki's parent's were Christian. So they only had one.
[He has really accepted Scaramouche saying "yea i'm a god" with no reservations...?]
Do you think being a god is worth it?
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A strange thing to consider. [ONLY ONE GOD. Imagine being in a world where people believe that, wow. Wild.
The question seems to take him a bit by surprise, though, in that he doesn't say anything for a moment or two despite his impassive expression. Then, rather than answer:]
Do you think it would be?
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No. [It’s such an earnest answer. Simply, but without disgust or judgement.] I wouldn’t ever want to be any god.
You’d never have a normal life. No one would ever be close to you because they’d be too busy revering you or cursing you because of whatever decisions you made when they wouldn’t understand. You’d watch everyone die since you lived longer. It’d be lonely and boring.
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There are plenty of things that aren't gods that live that long.
[It fuckin is lonely and boring binch he hates it here.]